Arnold A., but the girls call me ArnyDo more blows than the Columbian armyMade my name in the hyrdogameNow I play all day on my hydroplane.

Tell me if your nose frozeGirls with no clothesThen your face pushed inFor that shit that you stole

We cut your shit with ay jack so products bumpAnd it sits a hundred grand out the back of my trunkWhen no radio play you can't fuck with Philip A.Andersons mother fucker till my dying day

While you were horse faced, runningTryin to get the crowd hypedWe was in the backSippin yackStartin fist fightsOhhI hit the light when I spit at your girlTurn around and do a lineAnd I spit on your girl

HaaaaThat's the sound of my laughterMy grove takes my lifeTo a live firecrackerNever sleepAll my dreams end in disasterLife in the fast lane just got faster